This weekend is a blur of good times and rain. Absolutely nothing went according to plan, of course. Friday night, we stumbled down to comfest (already drunk, god bless rum), and after walking a bit, Shane left me lying in the grass to go make another booze run. Typical Shane, somewhere along the way, he got so drunk that he forgot he left me ( Read more... )

You Are Absinthe!

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The butterfly, beating its wings ( Read more... )

I cried the other night, Thursday night. Griffin, I miss you--why did you have to turn out to be such a bastard? Why did I end up alone this time? I don't understand it. I'm trying my best, though, to pick myself up by my bootstraps and go on. Tim, I know I'm leaning on you a lot--more than I realized, more than I like to lean on anybody, and ( Read more... )

Once again, my stupid computer--I'm at the library right now; thank goodness I type fast, because I only have ... 17 minutes remaining. Ha. I think I probably broke the prong that the power cord connects to with the last cord that I had, so I am going to take it to the Laptop Guy whenever I have extra money, which seems to be never. At the very ( Read more... )

In trying to repair my laptop (rather, rig my laptop so it will work), I hit myself in the face with my own hand. Speaking of laptop repair, does anybody know if it's possible to replace the little prong in the back where you plug in the adapter, and if so, is it expensive ( Read more... )

Neko Case tomorrow with Tim! I'm so excited, I think I may cream myself. (Over Neko, that is.)

"Colors" by Amos Lee ( Read more... )

Nine o'clock, and I can't believe it's still light out. The convention center marquee is scrolling fast, the words tumbling down like rainwater from a gutter. Antique shop window--I see something I want, the first thing in a long time. I see pink lamps like my great-grandmother had, I want them, too. Cookware Sorcerer--there's a coat like Chef ( Read more... )

I learn you so much better ( Read more... )